Le Nozze di Figaro
So, I’m less than two weeks away from the Indianapolis Opera’s production of “The Marriage of Figaro”. My tickets are burning a hole in my junk drawer, eagerly awaiting use. And I’m obviously counting down the days… But as yet, I’m going by myself. That’s right: two tickets, one attendee. It sucks. I want someone to go with me!!! Not a date, just someone who’ll enjoy the production as much as I do.
Because, see, maybe you don’t understand.
I LOVE this opera. It’s hilarious and sweet, heart-breaking and touching, and (of course) wonderfully composed. (< - I mean, come on, it’s MOZART!) I saw (most of) a “Live from the Met” production of it on WFYI during my freshman year of college; Renee Fleming played the role of the Countess, and “Dove sono” instantly became my favorite aria of all time (even though it’s one I’d never be able to sing - properly, anyway… wrong voice range). Also, I know Cherubino’s two main arias (since - hooray for trouser roles - those are in my voice range). And I LOVE the phrase the Count has near the end: it’s short and simple, on paper, but when it’s performed well, with all the emotional build-up behind it, it can bring you to tears.
And I hope this production does. I hope the Countess isn’t a warbler. I hope Cherubino doesn’t make me say, “I could do better!” And I hope the Count doesn’t fake it. There’s a lot of pressure riding on these folks, and they don’t even know it! 
But, you see, this will be my first time to see it LIVE (and, blissfully, it’s in Italian - as it should be). So I also hope I can attend the production with someone who has the same rush of excitement as I do just thinking about it. (Perhaps not for the same reasons, but excitement nonetheless.)
…It’d also be nice if they could finance at least half of the ticket’s price. (Does that sound bad?) 
Well, I don’t have a steady job yet, and I could use the money (of course, so could everyone I know).
So, any takers? Any wannabe matchmakers (and by that I don’t mean “blind date”; I mean, “Hey, I know somebody who loves going to the opera!”)? Time is of the essence (so I hope somebody reads this).